NO DEEPER HATE
the lowlands of despair
in the land of the damned
we are cast below
falsely accused
made the target
of myriad fools;
let them all die,
all hideously
so often the idiots
have come this way,
the blind, the believing,
those unable to grasp
what is real or true,
once gain they charge
seeking to destroy
the alien voice
no deeper hate I have
than for that puling chorus
the leftist flock
which brays the lie
their senseless mass
lurks behind all madness
all wrongness, all fault
within this world
I seek dark magicks
to reach their place
to tear them open
to let in the light
a burning light
so full of truth
that they will cease
from the sudden shock
damn them all
these vile accursed
damn their worlds
to torture worse than mine
damn their kin and projeny
and all things that they love
to cruel destruction
and vast degrading declines
- Brendan Tripp
08/24/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp
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